About Me

Emali’s Journey in Jewelry
Welcome — I’m truly grateful you’re here. Before you dive into the collection, I wanted to share how all of this began. I never set out to build a brand or open a shop. I simply followed a quiet pull toward making — something that’s stayed with me through every chapter of life. Here’s how this journey unfolded, one piece at a time.

Age 11 – A Thread and a Still Afternoon
I was eleven when I spent an entire rainy afternoon at the coffee table, threading beads from a broken necklace I’d found in a drawer. My mother told me later she’d never seen me so focused. That quiet, unnoticed moment planted a seed I didn’t yet understand.

Age 19 – Making, Without Meaning To
At nineteen, I was constantly creating — little bracelets, mismatched earrings, simple pieces for friends. I didn’t think much of it. I just loved the process. But when people kept wearing the things I made, something in me shifted: maybe this quiet joy could mean something more.

Age 26 – A Table and a Stranger’s Choice
At twenty-six, a friend invited me to bring a few pieces to her craft fair booth. I almost said no — I didn’t feel ready. But that day, a woman I didn’t know picked up a necklace and said, “This feels special.” That moment stuck with me longer than I expected.

Age 36 – The Edges of a Busy Life
Life was full at thirty-six — two young kids, a job that never quite fit, and a constant hum of movement. But when the house grew quiet at night, I would return to my tools. I began working with better metals, refining my techniques. For the first time, this didn’t feel like a hobby — it felt like a calling.

Age 49 – Turning the Shed Into a Studio
At forty-nine, I claimed the old garden shed and made it mine. A proper workbench, soft lighting, trays of stones — nothing fancy, but full of intention. That same year, I opened my online shop. I still remember the first order from someone I didn’t know — it felt like something shifted for good.

Age 63 – Slowing Into the Season I’m In
Now, at sixty-three, things are changing. I haven’t stopped making — I don’t think I ever will — but I’m letting myself move slower. I want to be present for my grandkids’ games, for slow mornings, for everyday joy. I still step into my studio almost daily — but now, I also take time to sit with what I’ve built, and simply be grateful.